BRN: 557399

The flowers flared up from the ground unconquerable. The unrepentant gaiety of the weed, the burning blues and crimsons, set the hills glowing.′It′s a plant that′s struck it lucky,′ the Stray said thoughtfully. ′It hasn′t got no right, but it′s there.′The Battlers is the story of Snow, a drifter ...